” Mary nodded. “Aye, one o’ her leas’ believable, too.” I giggled. “Absolutely. I’d say the Toadstool Tales had more truth to them. ...r the ones Beedle the Bard wrote. Honestly, if Lily had been half as busy as those stories have made out over the years, she’d never have had time for anything else. And let’s face it, she’s been in Slughorn’s good books since first year, so she’d have to have got started pretty young.” “What’s a Turpin Tale?” Sirius looked confused as we started to make. You pull the dress neckline down, so the fabric rests under my breasts, exposing the tight brown nipples. I sigh as you resume stroking and squeezing me… You slide your hand down my tummy and rest your warm palm against my pubis. You push gently against it and it feels so good… You excite me so and seduce me beyond my inhibitions. Your hand slides further and your fingers move my thong aside. You slide your hand against my core and my cream coats your hand. My eyes shut as you rub my clit.. She was as pent up as I was and it only took a couple of minutes to get her to a mind blowing orgasim. She continued to ride me for another several minutes till I filled her with my cum. She rolled over and layed beside me on the bed. I sat up and looked at my sister's gapping cunt, my sperm leaking from it. Then I looked over at the other woman with my cum leaking from her. I wanted to know who this drunk woman was. My sister and I are on vacation with my parents so we have not had time to. .whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four.